Telly torments

My life became a constant theme tune, Coronation Street Steptoe and Son worst of all, Terry and June I know they’re not real just situations but I find myself humming insanely someone should ‘brain me’ (the Northerners’ll get that one) It’s not rocket science not Beethoven either and I’d rather learn those than keep wrinkling…

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Things we need to know

You might be sitting comfortably, let me see. But don’t let comfort comfort you or take the view that you need to be comfortable comfort is debatable do you want to talk or would that be uncomfortable while you’re sitting comfortably?…

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By association

There are those like me, the cause of synchronicity, relying on and that’s where it goes wrong the relying, because we’re all dying to rely upon someone. Someone drop Jung a bung A C note should do. Alternatively the universe gifts me endless possibilities and the Sun which always has done shines on…

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In the end

I think I’ll be neutered they’ll slice me open take it all out and put in a suture the future looks grim. But I can still grin a Cheshire cat ain’t afraid of that but has to think twice about mice…

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Dilemma junction

What if it doesn’t snow how then will we know that it’s Christmas? baubles and bangles that dangle don’t mean much without that touch of magic. But the homeless hope less for the snow and more for the Sun, I understand the predicament they are in, bin surfing is like sofa surfing except in bins…

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